After being in the hospital for over a week now, we were hopefully going to get the go ahead for me to go home on bed rest today. Waiting to see the on call high risk doctor seemed like forever. Nothing changed throughout the night so we were pretty sure I was going home. They drew blood early that morning to do another CBC just to be sure, but so far so good.
It felt like a whole other day waiting for the doctor, but she finally came in that afternoon. She said my CBC looked good (no elevated white count) and since things were the same I was going home on pretty strict bed rest. I was happy but cautious. I wanted this to be a good thing, but I was still worried. She went over what home life would be like with Adam, my Mom and me (better to have several ears listen). I would be allowed to get out of bed to go to the restroom, take a shower and move to the couch for part of the day if I wanted. At one point she said I could do stairs, but only if it was to get to a restroom. Luckily in our house I didn't have to worry about that (the thought of stairs was scary). It was going to be pretty much like what the past few days in the hospital had been like. I knew that I might get stir crazy, but if it meant I could keep her in longer I was just fine with that.
After we talked to the doctor and got the official OK to go home, we still had to wait on all the paperwork for me to be discharged. Again, it felt like forever. Now that I knew I was going home, I was ready to go. My nurse came in with all the paperwork and went over my instructions again as well as all the medications I was taking. I would be taking the procardia every 4 hours (it meant getting up during the night, but if it helped make sure I didn't have contractions, no problem). I was also taking something to help with gas, a stool softener, and pepcid (since I was spending a lot of time lying down). Then she took out my IV and I changed into actual clothes. Mom and Adam had already loaded most everything into their cars (we really did have a lot of stuff there . . . I guess a week in the hospital trying to make sure you have entertainment and snacks will do that) that morning. I got into the wheelchair and we were off.
We got to the main entrance and Mom was waiting in my car to pick me up. Adam helped get me in (I had to recline the seat to stay as flat as possible) and then went to his car to follow us home. The ride home was pretty nerve racking. Mom was being very careful, but every bump made me nervous. Driving down Nicholasville Road is never fun, but today was a whole new level of not fun. We got home and I sighed with relief. Pulling up to the house I was a mix of emotions. I was so happy to see our house, but still so nervous about what might happen. Mom walked me to the door and I went straight to the couch.
Our family that lives overseas was there when we got there and it was nice to get some more time with them (especially since we weren't in the hospital). They stayed for a little bit, but not too long because they knew I needed rest. Mom made a Kroger list, got my prescription for the procardia and headed out to take care of those things. It had been a super stressful week to say the least so I encouraged Adam and his sister to go see a movie (they both really wanted to see the new Superman) to decompress and forget about reality for a while. My mother in law was still there so I wouldn't be alone. I was exhausted so I went to our bedroom to take a nap. I slept for a couple hours and then ventured back out to the couch. It was time for me to take my prescription not long after Mom got home and then we ate dinner. I ate on the couch with one of the trays. The rest of the evening we watched some TV and talked. I took my next procardia at 10 pm and headed to bed not long after. I was still pretty beat and knew I'd have to get up in 4 hours to take the procardia again.
While the day had been tiring and I was still nervous, I went to bed that night feeling like things might turn out the way we wanted. I had been to the restroom several times and had no signs of leaking or bleeding. I could feel our daughter moving and had noticed she had more active times during the day (around 10am and 4pm she was really a mover and a shaker . . . mostly punching up at my belly button). Things seemed to be going in our favor. The next morning I would feel differently.
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